Anorexic Bitches

Anorexic bitches, yeah, you read that right. Why am I writing about anorexic bitches you may ask? Well in truth, I'm really not. I'm really writing about people who insist that those suffering from anorexia are bitches.My first thought was along the lines of "Why would you call someone suffering from a disease a bitch?" Well? Why would you? I have only ever heard other women call people suffering from anorexia bitches. My guess would be along the lines of women are jealous of each other. There is such pressure in this society for a woman to be thin that she sees another woman who is thinner than her and immediately wants to attain that level of skinny. If she can't become that thin, then that other woman is a bitch anyway, so what does it matter? I compare myself to other people more often than I like to admit. It's not healthy, but it's something I feel as though I was trained to do (maybe by myself, maybe not) somewhere in life.

This leads to another question. Do you really know what it is like to have anorexia? Do ya? I know many women suffer from eating disorders, but to be jealous of them seems a bit ridiculous. Just a little info for ya. Your whole freaking life is consumed by food and by all the ways you can avoid eating it. You think about food all the time. What will you eat today? What time will you eat? Make sure you do not eat the whole thing. Eat slowly to enjoy the flavor and to be sure you know when you are "full". What do you have to do to burn those calories off? Run three miles? Walk five miles? Pace around the dining room table for a half hour? Oh do you smell those cookies? They smell sooooo goooood! I think I will just sit here and smell them. That way I can almost taste them. There is no room in your life for anything other than not eating food, thinking about food, and trying to find a way to burn off the calories you consumed. Oh and weighing yourself, so you can see the little numbers on the scale that will either make or break your entire day. NOTHING! Does that sound like fun to you? Oh, you are a half a pound heavier tonight than you were this morning? Now you are depressed for the rest of the night, and you have to go run five miles to make up for that half a pound. You should really be jealous of women who have this problem. Really. You should.That sounds like one fun obsession.

So you see, this is really a miserable way to live. Don't you want to have fun? Don't you want to be able to focus on your significant other, your family, your friends, your pets, your hobbies? There are so many things that you have in your eating-disorder-free life. All that women with anorexia have is a number on a scale to make them happy. They are stuck on this mental hamster wheel that they cannot get off without help from people who are kind enough not to see them as bitches, but as human beings who have a disease and need help. So grow the fuck up and start trying to be a little more compassionate.